Marigold reluctantly strips out of her cosplay.

"S-strip?" Marigold stammered. "R-right now?"

"Yyyyyyyep," Harry drawled. "Right now, or else I call the whole deal off."

Sweat broke out on Mari's brow. She couldn't just get out of her cosplay in front of this creepy sex toy seller. Worse, in front of a man! Everyone had told her that had to save herself for her wedding, and that she should never, ever show her body to anyone but her husband, and...

No, she thought. I'm not having sex with him. I can still be pure and chaste. This doesn't count, and neither do my fingers in Joy's... thing. Girls don't count, and neither does this.

Mari lifted her halo off her head, trying not to think of what it might mean.

Next, Mari took a deep breath and unclasped the harness holding up her beautiful wings. She set them aside and moved on to the straps keeping her chest plate in place, trying to ignore Harry's lecherous stares. As long as he stayed five feet away, as long as he didn't touch her, she was still pure.

Mercy's chest piece hit the floor, followed by her brilliant yellow skirt, her halo and her boots. With just a black leotard and hex-patterned tights, Mari already felt naked.

Then Mari heard the worst sound in the world.